imagines || tmd

j.g. ~ older

D3
Rink, Eden Hall
03:23 p.m.
Monday, 1996

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"I'm Coach Orion, your new coach."

"Hey, he's kinda cute." I said. "Y/n!" Julie whisper-shouted. "What? I'm just saying."

"Why are your standards always older men? You don't like anyone on the team?" She asked. "Well, Adam's pretty cute but I don't know, I don't have much feelings towards him. But Mr. Orion here... Kinda good looking." I said.

Julie rolls her eyes, "You are unbelievable. First, Stansson. Second, Charlie's stepdad! Now, your own coach." She said.

"First of all, I thought Stansson was a good guy. Second, Charlie's stepdad was already divorced with his mother! Making him not Charlie's stepdad." I said.

"You!" I heard the coach say. I turn to him. "Me?" "No, the ghost behind you. Of course you! Get over here." He said. I skated forward.

"You don't stop talking, I'll make you do laps like Conway there." He said. "Please do so..." I whispered under my breath. "What?" "Nothing! My mouth is shut." I said, gesturing a zipper on my lips.

He looks at me, confused. "Alright... Everyone, our first practice is tomorrow morning, 6 a.m. Do not be late." He said, then we went to the locker room.

"I'll do anything for that man..." I said. "Eww, Y/n! Stop it or I'm throwing up on you." Says Julie. "C'mon Jules, admit it! He's kinda cute!" I said.

"Who's kinda cute?" Says Averman, butting in the conversation. "No one." I said. "Okay..." He said, then minds his own business.

"Look, I'm not saying he's ugly but I don't have any interest in him. I prefer people my age..." She said. Then, Coach came into our locker room and posted our positions.

"Hey coach." I said, trying to get his attention. "Hi." He quickly said then left.

"Literally stop it."

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Yeah... Sorry but Coach Orion is kinda cute...

But I'm not gonna say anything more...